Upon a ridge he rested as he went upon his way,
Em (C/E) (A/E) (C/E)
plowing through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw.
Yippie-i-ay, yippie-i-o! ghost herd in the sky
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel;
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel!
Em (C/E) (A/E) (C/E)
Yippe-i-ay, yippee-i-o!
Ghost riders in the sky.
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat,
They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught 'em yet.
They've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
refrain
If you want to save your soul from hell, a-riding on this range,
Em (C/E) (A/E) (C/E)
Trying to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies.